… the dog lives for the day,

… And though she be but little, she is fierce,

… you are the closest I will come

… words are waiting to be written

… nothing is better than a picnic

…heartbeat at my feet

…sometimes the smallets things take up the most room in your heart

…and one day she discovered that she was fierce, and strong, and full of fire

… words are waiting to be written

… your mountain is waiting

….sometimes a brother is

… Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty

… that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.

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The shape that dent lasts only a moment, it is as close as anyone gets to seeing the wind

… Your path is your character defining itself more and more everyday like a photograph coming into focus

…she is an old soul

… Ten tiny little fingers that from the very start, Will reach out for tomorrow yet always hold your heart

… we will be friends forever

… we are family